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Before him, the Carpathian Mountains bulked, their serrated peaks tearing apart the dark sky. The full moon rode over them, long, bony fingers of shadow stretching outward to claw across the silent pines.

Lerder sensed ancient tension, his muscles tightening under his thick, graying coat. He growled, his chest rumbling.

'This change never becomes easier.' He was alone, fortunately, in this neglected part of the forest far from his pack and their disapproving glare. He shifted his position, his claws spilling out as he felt growing pressure.

He was the creature of shadows, a creature of moonlight, a werewolf bound to the cycle of orbs in the sky. He took no pride or satisfaction in it. He would question himself, as to why his life couldn't be more just.

"Why me?" he asked himself, his question sounding through all the silence of the ancient forest. They would only insist upon his unwavering loyalty to the will of the pack.

Looking forward he saw a human.

Elara. The moonlight caught her as she drew in a tattered, leather-bound alongside a moss-smothered boulder. Her long slender fingers worked with an elegant precision that belied all sense in this wild, untamed environment, she fascinated him.

The transformation stayed his hand by a flood of something almost, something he hadn't felt in so long. This being of radiance and beauty represented such stark contrast to his darkness.

"Wonderful," he growled, shocked at himself for thinking such gentleness. 'Too serene to be in such a place.'

Senses honed by impending change, he sensed the faint signs of her presence: sweet perfumes of lavender and sandalwood, an undercurrent of fear.

Her head lifted upwards, her eyes glowing with moonlight.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, more shocked than scared.

"You surprised me."

Lerder fought to regain his voice. The change welled again, more insistently.

"I. I didn't mean to," he sneered, his voice coarse. "I didn't see you there."

"Are you all right?" she asked, her voice gentle. "You look upset. Are you lost?"

Lerder paused "Lost? Maybe, but not in the way you would think."

He changed again, unable to hide the change happening. The muscles in his leg surged tight, his senses shrieked in something between hunger and terror of ancient power unfolding. He was a werewolf, and the truth unfolded as he watched her responses closely.

She wasn't shrieking and running; she was looking at him and was fascinated. Elara stared, her eyes wide devouring his changing form.

"You're changing. You're."

"A werewolf," he concluded for her, the word hanging in the night air. It felt like a raw and cruel admission. He steeled himself for rejection and terror, but something in her face was unreadable.

"A werewolf?" she breathed, fear mingling with fascination in her voice.

"But that's. impossible." "Is it?" Lerder taunted, something of defiance in his voice. He leaned in closer, her sandalwood and lavender scent tormenting his senses. She left him with such temptation, even as his urges screamed at him to turn from her, something snapped behind Elara. She spun.

"What was that?" Lerder's senses heightened.

"Get behind me," he warned, his voice hard and imperative. He sensed something in the dark-a predator, powerful and deadly, something monstrous. This wasn't him in his heightened perception with his change, a pricking at the nape of his neck, an anticipation of something monstrous.

Two glowing red eyes exploded through the dark, much nearer than that snapping twig had indicated, a rasping sound that caught at Lerder's very bones. This was not the same, wasn't one of those territorial calls from some roving predator.

"What's that...?" Elara whispered, her words hardly loud enough to pierce the growing wind.

She pressed her sketchbook to her chest, her wide, fearful, awestruck eyes fixed upon Lerder.

It was an assortment of emotions that reflected Lerder's turmoil, it was fear that he sensed from her, but also something else.